Tiwa The Therapist (Vol 1)

twenty: "...a smile on her face"

Twenty

"...a smile on her face"

"So," I begun after picking the missed throw and landing it into the dumpster, "When did you realize you had to see a therapist?"

"When he started having an affair," she twirled playfully on her seat and landed her eyes at me with a smile on her face that made me feel slightly worried.

"Oh!, I must admit that, that threw me off, I wasn't expecting that to be honest." I admitted. "So, you figured you needed to reevaluate your brain to come to terms with his cheating and abuse?"

"What? God, No!, I came to set my eyes on my godsent savior from above; who is going to be taking my pain away..." she smiled and faltered.

"What are you talking about?" I narrowed my gaze at her.

"I'm talking about the fact that my husband has stopped coming home as much as he used to and even when he does, he stays for the kid and when she's tucked in, he's practically back outside!" she exclaimed joyfully.

"Okay..."

"And that's not even the best part yet," she sat up.

"What is?"

"He's stopped monitoring my movement, he doesn't react when I get intimate in my movies, he doesn't condemn my body or throw cereal at me when no one is watching...hell! he doesn't even sleep on the same bed with me anymore and just yesterday, I got a divorce letter but I wasn't surprised to be honest.; I kind of saw it coming."

"You knew about his affair?

"Uh...every woman know when she's being cheated on, most just like to act blind to it for the sake of their sanity."

She was smart, she should have been the one seated on my seat.

"So, you knew about his affair and I'm sure you didn't try to stop it?"

"Hell yeah!" she rose from her seat, turned around and lifted her top to reveal a deep scar close to her buttock area, "I got a stab there in my sleep when I asked if for a divorce. He didn't break my head immediately because I chose to break the question to him at an award show, so, he said nothing and just walked away and I waited and waited for him to come home until I couldn't anymore and by the time I woke, there was a knife hanging there with a devilish smile on his face as he dared me to scream while I groaned out in pain. He said he was going to tell everyone that I was suicidal due to the post natal depression and that the only way out of the situation was for me to lick my blood and promise not to divorce him; all this went on while I nursed a knife in me by the way."

"What?"

"Yup! he waited for me to pass out and when I woke up, I was at the hospital and the doctor kept sending suicidal brochures and tracts to me."

"Why didn't you try explaining all this to the doctor?

"Because I ended up in a psychiatric ward for 2 months when I tried."

"What?"

"Yeah; my husband kept crying his eyes out, begging everyone to save his mentally confused wife; 'one minute she's saying i'm abusing her, the next minute she's begging me to play Jack in Titanic, I think having the baby mixed with her love for her career might have affected her mental state', was what came out of his lips as tears filled his eyes."

"Oh, wow!"

"Exactly, so you can guess why I didn't speak about his affair when I found out several months ago." she smirked.

"So, why speak now? why not leave?"

"Because I just can't watch another poor young girl go through what I went through."